Two poems by Andrew F Giles
A battlefield of lovers I love authority & it loves me: my slippery womb, come soon with your jovial control – it’s my choice & even my words seem spoken by my own voice. I pitch my battle from left to right & get a hot lunch – a serpent on a plate, eating its own tail. I love violence, crouched behind the back of … Continue reading Two poems by Andrew F Giles